RP Log - Kajimoto Takahisa & Yukimura Seiichi

[fates_of_blood]

Characters: Kajimoto and Yukimura
Date: Occurs not long after the previous log.
Rating: PG-13? Vampire lovelies! >D
Summary: Sensing something wrong, Yukimura goes to look for Kajimoto and finds a very battered Ventrue. Fluff, blood bonds and such occur.



Taking out his key, Yukimura turned the lock of the secret entrance to Kajimoto’s mansion and stepped inside. Once inside, he stopped; his senses on the alert. He smelled blood. Lots of it. It wasn’t Kajimoto’s, but a human’s. What the fuck?

Making his way farther into the mansion, he sought out Kajimoto. What the fuck happened and where was he? He was going to get to the bottom of this and fast.

There were little blood droplets leading through the foyer, up the stairs, and into the master bedroom. Tiny droplets, but still, they'd be a bitch to get out of the carpeting. Blood-soaked shoes and coat were in the foyer, so apparently he was sane enough to follow old habits. That was promising.

Upstairs the bathtub was full, the water tinted red as the Ventrue tried to get the blood off of him. Out of his clothes it was obvious not all the sanguine mess was from his victims; both wrists bore slashes that bled sluggishly, and he was moving as if he'd broken several bones. He also looked shell-shocked in the extreme.

Passing all the signs of blood that littered the floor; Yukimura took note of the shoes and coat, and then headed up the stairs. Seeing the bathroom door opened a bit, he stepped inside, his lips pressed into a line as he looked at Kajimoto. What the hell did he do this time?

Kneeling in front of the tub, he took a sponge and started dabbing at the bloodstains; he checked Kajimoto’s eyes, gauging his reactions. "What happened?"

Glazed shock covered the violet eyes, numbing the usual sharp intellect. "I haven't done that since I was fifty," he murmured, staring at the wounds on his wrists. Not self-inflicted, that should be obvious from the angle. Not that slashing his wrists would make any difference to a vampire. "I just...turned back. Into what I used to be. I haven't killed like that since my sire was destroyed...I don't know what happened." He'd broken a leg and an arm, and cracked a few ribs. "How did you find me?"

"How do I ever find you?" Yukimura retorted, taking one of Kajimoto’s arms and cleaning the injury before finding a medicine kit and wrapping it in gauze. He’d heal in his own time, so he wasn’t worried about that. The bones would have to be set though. Convenient having a Tzimisce around isn’t it? "It happens. This life we lead is not what you would call sane by any stretch of the imagination. What prompted it?"

It was indeed, even if another Tzimisce had bashed him up. Numbly, Kajimoto submitted to Yukimura's ministrations. "He did," he murmured, very softly. "I can't get him out of my head. I just can't and it's driving me to distraction, making me turn back to what I was...what I don't want to be. I don't remember just how it happened -- it just happened."

"He? Oh. Him." Yukimura snorted. He didn’t have a very high opinion of his fellow Tzimisce. He’d kill the bastard if it wasn’t for the fact they needed him. Damnit it all to hell. "Then you need to stop. He isn’t good for you, Kajimoto-sama. You need to stay away from him."

"Seiichi...I can't." Kajimoto rubbed a temple, trying not to think about it. "I can't get him off my mind. It's not a Blood Bond, I haven't ever drunk from him, but I literally cannot get him away from my thoughts and the longer things go on and the more I'm left to my own devices the more I brood." He leaned back in the tub, sighing, ignoring that the water was red with both his and his victims' blood. "I can't stop it."

"Yes you can." Yukimura reached out, touching Kajimoto on the cheek. "Takahisa, listen to me. This will only go badly if you don’t. What good is he if he won’t have you? And he causes you do digress into a monster? You are above that." And damnit, we won’t allow it to happen.

The touch distracted him, causing him to turn a bit so he was looking at his vassal. If that was the right word. "I have tried so hard to break it, but I can't. I don't know what to do; I don't know how to release his hold. He won't have me, but I can't think of anything else..." He rubbed his face, leaving streaks of blood-tinted water in the wake of his fingers. "I don't like it. I don't like it but I can't snap it."

"Then I’ll snap it for you," Yukimura retorted, an unusual fire in his eyes. "I’m not going to allow some two bit wannabe vampire to destroy you. You are stronger than that. It isn’t easy to hold back the impulses, I know. I’ve dealt with them all of my life. But you’re strong, Takahisa. You CAN do this."

"Heh. Two-bit wannabe vampire, Seiichi?" That made Kajimoto's lips quirk dryly. "He's higher-generation than I am. There's nothing two-bit about him; nothing I do works on him because of that. But the rest of this..." He tilted his gaze up to the ceiling. "I haven't killed like that in hundreds of years. It's disturbing." He paused, then looked over at the fiery-eyed Tzimisce, and half-smirked. "And here I thought you hated me."

"Uhm, Takahisa? I’m higher generation then you are, baka." That last stopped Yukimura. Did he hate Kajimoto? He used to, but now? "Whatever. Doesn’t mean I want to see you deteriorate into some gibbering mass of idiocy."

"No, you're just decrepit." Kajimoto chuckled very softly, and then reached out with one bandaged hand to run fingers through blue-tinted waves of hair. "I don't intend to and I don't like the fact that it happened once already. Give me a hand, would you? The tub's getting cold and I should be laying down with these bones anyway."

“... ... watch your mouth, youngin." Yukimura smirked before leaning over and pulling up the stopper, letting the water go down the drain. He reached in and picked up Kajimoto, carrying him in his arms. Grabbing a few towels before they left the bathroom, Yukimura set Kajimoto on his bed in his bedroom. Ignoring the now wet sheets, he dried him off gently, his eyes and senses seeking out the broken bones so he would know where to start first.

Well hell. When was the last time you got carried out of your tub all sweet-like? Of course, Kajimoto had kind of busted a leg so it was either that or hobble around in pathetic fashion. Left leg, right arm; several ribs. Not exactly a comfortable set of injuries. "Whatever, you old coot." He settled back on the bed, idly grabbing a corner of the sheet and using it to preserve his modesty. After all, he didn't do the nudity thing all that well.

Pity about the sheet. Ah well. Yukimura smirked, pushing aside the sheet a bit so he could touch the left leg. Hmm…there it was. Damn, but Akutsu fucked him up something bad, didn’t he? Shaking his head, he used his own power to manipulate the bone, setting it right. He didn’t really think he needed to tell Kajimoto that this was going to hurt like a bitch.

Uh, no, but still, you could have warned a guy. "Jesus Christ!" Poor sheet promptly got shredded when Kajimoto's hand latched into it. Ow ow ow ow ow goddamn OW! He made a face, but held still. "Why is it that even when you're dead doctors feel the need to make everything hurt worse than it did when you started?" he complained.

Smirk. Ah, revenge was sweet. Yes it was. "Oops. Did I forget to mention it’s going to hurt?" Grin. Oh this was fun, yes it was. He couldn’t do anything to Kajimoto really, but he could make him suffer for being an asshole. Yukimura patted the skin of Kajimoto’s leg and nodded, the bone set. "Okay, next!"

"I am going to damage you later, just so you know." Kajimoto gritted his teeth then nodded. "Just work your way up. Take care of the ribs before you take care of the arm." That way if he bumped, then it wouldn't hurt so bad. Right? Right.

Yukimura snickered. "Why? It’s not my fault. You should have known it would hurt." He replaced the sheet over Kajimoto’s leg, and then placed his hands over the other vampire’s chest. He closed his eyes, finding the cracked bones and mending them. Once that was done, he moved to the arm, his fingers trailing over the soft skin before he began to work on it.

"I'll come up with something sufficiently embarrassing." Kajimoto half-stretched as he tested how his bones were set. Looked good...mm. If his arm didn't hurt that might have actually felt good. Unfortunately, his arm HURT. Ow.

"I’m sure you will." But of course it hurt. Just think what it would be like if Yukimura was actually reforming the bones and not just mending them. Ow indeed. "Well, all set. Literally."

Yeah, we won't even think about that. Just setting the bones is enough. Kajimoto tested the arm a bit, then relaxed back into the sheets and sighed. "Thank you. I don't want to think about dealing with these without your help...let's hope it doesn't happen again, right?" His gaze shadowed, turned inward. "Am I turning into a monster? Without my knowing it?"

"We’re all monsters, Takahisa. All of us. You just haven’t experienced it as much as…the rest of us." Yukimura fully admitted to being a monster. He’d done some...rather questionable things in his life as a vampire. One of which was destroying his blood bonded’s family.

"I'm not supposed to be a monster though. I'm a Prince...not a plague." That wasn't an arrogant statement, either; Ventrue were Princes, foreordained rulers of their areas. So thus. He patted the side of the bed absently, inviting Yukimura to sit down. "I thought I was past that -- that atavistic need to kill. I don't like that it's welling up again; it makes me feel like I'm a childe again and back in her thrall..." He twitched.

Snorting, Yukimura eyed Kajimoto, then sat down on the bed before he laid down on the other side of Kajimoto. "You are an idiot. We’re the undead, Takahisa; we thrive on the kill and the blood. It’s only natural for you to feel this way. You’ve been suppressing it for far too long and tonight, it got away from you. You need to learn to control it." Smirk. "I’d be happy to help you , if you’d like."

"You know perfectly well that most of those kills didn't come from hunger." That was what disturbed him; it was pure murder, nothing else. Kajimoto looked over at the other side of the bed, arching an eyebrow before chuckling. "You really don't hate me, do you," he stated with some mild amusement. "And you ought to know you're only the second person to occupy your current position in...er, hundreds of years." He had no idea how old he really was. He'd lost track of time at some point.

"Too true. But it’s part of our nature. We’re killers, Takahisa." Yukimura frowned, thinking over the rest of that Kajimoto said. He finally sighed and shook his head. "I don’t and to be honest, I don’t know when I stopped hating you." Stare. Only the second person? "You need to get out more, Takahisa. We need to fix this, yes."

There was a long moment during which Kajimoto just gave Yukimura One Of Those Looks. Then he chuckled, rather dryly. "We'll bear in mind that I spent how many hundreds of years in a monastery?" Not conducive to having other people in your bed, after all. Damn monks. Idly, he toyed with a lock of Yukimura's hair. "I don't have any objections. I'd rather have you with me because you want to be, not just because you have to be."

Making a face, Yukimura rolled his eyes. "Don’t remind me. That had to be unforgivably boring. This needs to be changed. If you’re going to be Prince, you need to have…experience." Cue devilish smirk. "What makes you think I’d stay if I didn’t want to? You may have a hold over me, Takahisa, but if I don’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be."

"Oh, honestly. I've managed just fine for however many decades without 'experience'." Yeah, so monastic habits die hard. Kajimoto poked him in the side absently. "Don't tell me you wouldn't keep coming back...over and over. Though heaven only knows why." Innocent smile. "Since I'm apparently unforgivably boring."

"You know, don’t make me molest you to prove you wrong now." Yukimura couldn’t help but grin. He hadn’t felt this...hmm...carefree in a long time. Only with An did he feel this way. Now that was an odd thought. "Oh you’re not boring, the monastery is, however." He smiled, reaching out to toy with a lock of Kajimoto’s hair. "You know…we have some unfinished business, you and I."

It was nice to be relaxed like this, to not have to think about what had been obsessing him for months now. Odd. How in the world had this ever managed to come about? Kajimoto just watched Yukimura play with his hair, an expression of faint amusement on his lips. "Whatever. And yes, it was boring. Why do you think I left? You can only live on rats and old monks for so long." He arched an eyebrow, very slowly, at the last sentence. Huh. Hadn't expected that. "You're right...we do. Perhaps we ought to finish that business."

"Perhaps we should." Yukimura couldn’t quite believe that he was willingly doing this. What the hell was wrong with him anyhow? Kajimoto had been week; he could have killed him and gotten away. Instead, he healed his broken bones, and was now suggesting they finish the blood bond. He really must be insane.

Yup. Totally off his gourd. Certifiable, even. Maybe Kajimoto should be looking for where he hid the straitjacket. Instead he merely tilted his head to the side in silent offering. If nothing else, adding the third layer onto the bond would pretty much eliminate a lot of the strain. Hard to fight a complete blood bond, after all.

That it was. Yukimura knew that all too well. The bond he had with An was just as powerful, and he knew the power of a blood bond. But this…felt different. Not like the one he had with An. Shaking his head, he brushed his hair away from his face, his dark gaze falling onto Kajimoto. His gaze traveled from Kajimoto to his exposed neck. The vein underneath seemed to call out to him. Leaning forward, his eyes closed, his lips just brushing against the exposed vein on Kajimoto’s neck.

In all honesty, Kajimoto had totally expected the third stage of the bond to come from Yukimura flattening him when his control finally snapped. Shows you what the hell he knows, right? He chuckled softly, fingertips toying with a wisp of dark hair as lips ran over the vein in his throat. "Tease," he accused good-naturedly. Not that he was yelling too loudly about it.

"Damn straight I am. Get used to it." Yukimura smirked, his breath just brushing against the spot. He licked it slowly, his fangs just brushing against the soft skin. The taste was…intoxicating. It wasn’t like when he fed, or even when he drank from An. She wasn’t a vampire, and Kajimoto was. The smell was enough to make him want to rip Kajimoto’s throat out in order to get to it. But that would be rather counterproductive, now wouldn’t it? Giving a soft sigh, his fangs penetrated the skin, and he suddenly found himself in bliss.

Mutter. There should be a law against vampires being all teasing with their fangs and whatnot. He muttered under his breath as the points just barely danced over his skin, idly hoping that Yukimura chose NOT to rip his throat out. That wouldn't be very good for either of them. When those fangs finally sank in Kajimoto sighed, a faint, beatific smile curving his lips. That was more like it.

Oh definitely. The blood flowed into Yukimura’s mouth and it took all his will power not to groan in pleasure. But damn...it was so good. Like nothing he’d had in, well, centuries. And Kajimoto’s blood was...he couldn’t even describe it. It was intoxicating and so powerful.

If you could bottle that then there'd be hordes of people begging for it. As it was, Yukimura was one of a very select number (total one) who had ever tasted Kajimoto's blood. The Ventrue sighed contentedly, toying with locks of dark hair as he allowed his thrall to drink his fill. It probably wouldn't be all that much; the more potent the vampire, the richer the blood. The sensation was quite pleasant, though. Purr.

Yukimura would have gladly bottled it for himself if he could, but he didn’t dare even suggest it. It wasn’t long before he pulled back, his stained tongue darting out to lick the few traces of blood left on his lips. And it was done. He could already feel the bond as it took hold, cementing within each of them completely. There was no turning back now.

Idly, Kajimoto shifted so he could brush a thumb over the bloodstained lips, removing the last few droplets that stubbornly clung to soft flesh. He remained silent, words seeming somehow pointless at the moment. What do you say to a person who has just tied themselves to you for eternity? 'Welcome to the family?' Not exactly. So he let the silence linger, watching his thrall with a quiet smile on his lips.

Words were rather meaningless at the moment, anyway. Opening his eyes, Yukimura looked intently at Kajimoto and felt his lips twitch. He’d been right; this was the right decision. Perhaps now Kajimoto would become more stable and what had happened previously wouldn’t. But even If it did, Yukimura would know what was happening instantly and be in a position to actually do something about it.

One could only hope that he wouldn't arrive too late. Kajimoto had no illusions that he could retain his grip on sanity forever; Akutsu's influence over his mind was crumbling that, sending it places it couldn't return from. At least he knew he had someone who would sacrifice whatever it took to keep him from losing control completely. "You're staring at me," he finally said with faint amusement.

"No, really? I never would have guessed." Yukimura rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but grin. Sanity was overrated; but it felt unbelievably good to have a loyalty to something…someone again. He hadn’t felt like this since before he’d been turned.

It was nice to be able to give someone that sort of a feeling, a sense of belonging. Having someone that sort-of depended on you was a nice feeling as well; Kajimoto had a hunch it was going to be good for him. "If you didn't guess you may want your eyes checked," he commented with dry amusement.

"Oh? And why is that?" Yukimura smirked, trailing a finger along the bite mark. It sealed as he moved his finger over it and he licked at the blood that was left on his finger.

Kajimoto snorted by way of answer, wrinkling his nose. "Because if you can't tell your staring, then you have eye issues." He punctuated the statement by hooking a finger into Yukimura's collar, pulling him down to ghost a delicate kiss over his lips. "So there."

Purring at the kiss, Yukimura leaned over and returned it lightly. "Maybe I like staring at what’s underneath me. You going to do something about it, Takahisa?"

That prompted outright laughter, followed by a wince. "Seiichi. I hurt like ever-loving HELL. If you think I'm going to do anything other than lay here and hope my insides stay where they belong, you're nuts." He did smile though; a smile with faint promise under it. "So there."

"You know, you’re a spoilsport. Haven’t you ever heard of pain in the bedroom?" Yukimura teased, but lay back down next to Kajimoto. "Hai. Rest up. When you wake, you should be as good as new." And more stable in the mind.

"There's artistic bedroom pain and then there's I-just-had-about-ten-bones-set pain. They're definitely different." Kajimoto snorted, and then made sure Yukimura settled close to him. It was nice to have company, after hundreds of years without. "Well, more or less. Good as dead, how's that?" And yes, hopefully more stable.

"It wasn’t ten. It was twelve." Yukimura corrected with a smirk. He knew; he’d counted them as he worked. Sighing, he closed his eyes, resting his head against Kajimoto’s shoulder. He gave a yawn, feeling unbelievably tired. "Go to sleep, Takahisa. Things will be better when you wake up."

"Whatever. It was a lot." Kajimoto tucked his good arm around his thrall, eyes closing. "Besides, I said 'about'. You get some rest too...we both need it." It wasn't much longer after that before he drifted off, a faint little smile on his lips. Things looked...well...fairly decent, for once.

"Hmm..." Yukimura was already half asleep. Using his power like that taxed him greatly. It wasn’t like manipulating human bones; vampire bones were harder to manipulate. Which was why it was so hard to maintain any change in his own shape when he shifted. But things were going to go well. He did wonder, however, how he was going to tell An about all this.